时间：2001-07-30
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Roses on the 4th of July (LP Version) - Nanci Griffith
He still sends her roses on the 4th of July
They're always white roses
And she never asks why
She still doesn't know
Where he goes Thursday nights
But his wedding band rests
On the bedside that night
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war
He lost half his right leg whilst
Daydreaming of her
She lit a candle each holy hour
He was gone
"You Were On My Mind"
Was their favorite song
Love is a mystery
From birth 'till we die
It's cross words of a morning
By evening entwined
It's all that we dream of
Sometimes it's not right
Love is white roses and you never ask why
He's the hands of a draftsman
He's built a good life
She works for a season during IRS time
Two children they've had though
Their boy has now died
When they wake of each morning
He's still on their minds
Their friends would all tell you
They're like day and night
Their daughter's an actress
She is strong and she's bright
He meets with his pals from
The war Thursday nights
She still treasures those roses
Every 4th of July
Love is a mystery from birth till we die
It's cross words of a morning
By evening entwined
It's all that we dream of
Sometimes it's not right
Love is white roses
And you never ask why
Love is white roses every 4th of July
